Summary
Aegean salt still clings to the frescoed arches of a monastery baked white by the sun, where a student named Eleni—halfway between theology and girlhood—slips into trance as candle soot curls like incense. In that rapture she becomes the Via Dolorosa: her sandals bruise on cobblestones that never knew a wheel, her lungs burn with myrrh-thick air, and every bell in Kyklades tolls a hammered nail. The monks chant, fishermen freeze mid-oar, and Cycladic widows weave scarlet into their looms as her eyelids flicker between Syros slate and Jerusalem dust. She sees the kiss of Judas as her own mirror, tastes vinegar on lips that have never left the Aegean, and when the centurion’s spear finally opens the sky, the island cliffs crack open to reveal a sea so dark it could be blood or could be wine. When she wakes, the abbot’s candle gutters, yet the stone floor is wet with spray no storm brought, and every icon in the chapel weeps ochre tears onto the tesserae.
This is the first Greek religious film: the story of a young woman who studies in a Cycladic monastery and envisions the passion of Christ.
